1. Waking up to a crowing cock


    Date: 3/30/2017, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: 0Curious, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    As the noise of the crowing cock assaulted my slumber I opened my blurry eyes to scan the room, or what the feeble pre-dawn half light afforded me. I was alone in a small, squidgy, unknown bed, with an ashtray on the side table full of ash and roaches. My head was a little foggy. I pilfered the single, unfinished, conically shaped, rolled up paper from the ash tray and positioned it between my lips. I leaned to the floor and scrabbled around in my jeans pocket for a lighter. As my thumb pushed across the abrasive metal ring the room flickered briefly to life but my eyes weren't really ready for the aggressivity and I squinted. I brought the flame innately towards me and as I drew deeply, the paper and it's contents crackled soothingly. I felt the smoke hit the back of my throat and move down into my lungs. I held it there, looking out blankly as if someone had just hit the pause button on my life. It was a comfy and familiar place to be; a soft buffer zone between me and the outside world. When my oxygen eventually met it's limits I slowly exhaled the thick, heavily scented smoke and was rewarded with a warm dose of green, sticky nostalgia. The cock crowed again and I lay there in my fuzzy state wondering what exactly made him do it. The light perhaps or did they have some kind of built in body clock. Through the clouds of mushy grey matter an image formed of a cockerel, walking straight backed down the road, chest out, beak in the air, clamped around a joint and I laughed ...
    to myself. As I did, the door opened and a naked figure slipped through and I studied it's form, trying to eek out some kind of connection between it and me. Swathes of damp, long hair framed an oval face. I breathed in the smell of shower emanating from her. She had well formed hips and breasts that hung down in front of me as she reached over and took the spliff from my mouth. Somehow this seemed natural and I didn't trouble myself with it. The nebulous ideas floating around in my mind somehow brought me back to the image of the cock. "What makes cocks do that?" I asked her and as if on cue my friend continued with his dawn chorus. In reply she reached down between my legs and wrapped her hand around my rigid length, tugging down languorously on it as she gently exhaled the smoke. "Wow, I wish I got that kind of answer to all my questions," I purred. "It is my answer," she said simply as she continued with the rhythmic movement. I took the joint back from her and she cupped my balls with her newly freed hand. "You were hard as soon as you opened your eyes right?" she questioned. "I was actually," I smiled broadly as I inhaled. "I must have had memories of you from last night," I added. "Not when you just woke up," she chided. "Your brain's not even in gear at that point." My brain whirred in it's calmed state, trying to think through the fog. The cock called out again, shattering my thoughts and bringing my attention back to my own, which was fully inflated, and lightly ...
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